#{c: danny}

[ciarawinters]

Location: The Church

Ciara sat at the bar, patiently waiting for Aiko to get on stage. When she noticed a familiar face she did a double take. Admittedly she hadn't been paying attention to the tyro announcements, she had been too busy taking care of her loved ones' stress during the trial. Grabbing her beer, she got up and walked over to Danny. "Didn't strike me as Vice," she said instead of a greeting.

@darkenedroad

[mjjune]

You asked for it! The famous "fuck me" scene! As commissioned by @tanimil! Full text version and commission under the cut

avof | mj june | ch 4: save your fights for fight club affectionately known as: the fuck me scene

word count: 850 content: steamy fade to black, blood/injury, vulgar language, dementia & memory loss

Tossing the wolf inside, Helio thuds against the desk, and Danny shuts the door. Now the music is gone, even to Danny’s ears, for he had his office soundproofed by vampires. It leaves near-silence between them, with only the sound of Helio’s haggard breaths and blood pumping through his mortal body.

Helio hasn’t bothered to wipe away the blood leaking from his lip, so it drips past his chin and slides down his neck. His brown eyes glow gold with wolf inside him. “Asshole!”

“You can’t fight in my club,” he says. “Save it for the Underground. Do you know how many humans are out there? What if one of you had shifted?”

Helio scoffs. “That wouldn’t happen.”

Danny agrees with him. If he’s about to be promoted, he certainly wouldn’t lose control over a snide insult. “Maybe not you, but what about that asshole?”

“He had it coming.”

“Because he talked bad about your pack? Grow up.” Danny feels the reluctance in his chest as he speaks. He’s only twenty-five, a toddler in purebred years.

“I don’t give a shit what he says about my pack. We’ve been going at it for years.”

Danny hesitates before laughing with antipathy. “Over a joke, then?” “It’s not a fucking joke,” Helio shoves Danny with all his might, which sends him lightly into the wall. “You wouldn’t understand. You live forever and you don’t have to worry about forgetting anything.”

Danny grows silent, realizing that when the asshole had said, “your Alpha had to step down because she couldn’t fucking remember how to shift anymore,” he’d meant it literally. That is not a joke, but it doesn’t excuse throwing someone across his club.

No, Danny doesn’t understand what it’s like to forget. He remembers every waking moment of his unending night.

Danny grabs Helio and spins them around, so now he pins the werewolf. He can’t help the sarcasm in his tone, “No, you’re right. I wouldn’t understand. I remember everything. Five thousand years of suffering that can never end. Aren’t I lucky?”

Helio’s eyes widen, any last glimpse of fury gone, leaving only shock in his brown eyes. His torn tank top strap hangs, leaving his right shoulder bare. The blood trickling down his neck begins to dry. Danny glares into his eyes, but the werewolf’s gaze drifts lower.

To Danny’s lips.

With a swift movement, Helio yanks him closer, leaning his head down to close the gap and plant his mouth onto his.

This is exactly what Danny was afraid would happen. If the Order doesn’t want him to do this, he should pull away. He should ban Helio from his club for starting a fight. Maybe he should even pick up and move somewhere else to avoid the inevitable supernatural dilemma. But he tastes the fresh blood from Helio’s lip, and it’s much sweeter than it smells. He’s kissing a werewolf—something he has never experienced, despite his years. He doesn’t want to stop.

Knowing it’ll piss off the Order just makes him want to do it more. He presses himself against Helio, hip points digging into each other. He runs his tongue along the inside of Helio’s lip, finding the bleeding cut, letting another few drops of blood flow across his tongue. The werewolf’s breaths shake, too erratic for him to tell if its nerves or excitement.

He moves away from Helio’s mouth and follows the trail of blood, kissing it off of his chin, his jaw. Arteries pump emphatically just under the skin, and Danny can sense Helio’s hair stand up and his breath catch in his throat as he moves down to his neck.

Something hard emerges against his hips as his tongue reaches the crevice where throat meets clavicle, licking away the last of the blood.

“Shit…” Helio hisses.

All the logic in Danny’s head tells him to stop; that he should listen to the Order; that he shouldn’t create enemies of an entire pack. But his hand doesn’t listen as it travels down Helio’s smooth chest and into his pants.

Helio’s body tenses and his harsh fingers coil around the collar of Danny’s blouse. For a moment, his eyes are a hot glare, as if to say how dare you? He means to push the vampire away, tell him to stop, curse him to hell, maybe even punch him. But just like Danny, he loses his inner debate. His weight gives in to the wall, allowing Danny’s hand to move deeper. Gentle lips back in the crook of his neck, Helio releases a low moan.

After a few long moments, hickey already forming, Helio speaks, breath tight and caught in his chest. “Fuck me."

Danny pulls away from his collarbone, curiosity twinkling in his eyes. He rises onto his toes so that their noses brush softly and he can taste Helio’s unsteady breaths against his mouth. The vampire’s hand, still deep in Helio’s pants, slows its movements and his voice resonates with smooth velvet once more.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Helio, biting his lip to stifle another moan, says again, “Fuck me."

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[finn-oconnor]

where: restricted access

who: @danny--anderson​

“Thought yer dumbass got kicked a week or two ago for not havin’ any money,” he greeted the blonde from behind with a strong clap of his hand between his shoulder blades. Sitting down on the stool next to him he noticed the gloomy cloud hovering over him. He recognized it. Why did this man always flock to strip clubs when he was depressed? “The feck is wrong, ye look uglier than usual?” he asked motioning to the bartender to get them both a drink. His eyes leaving Anderson to see if Odessa was working or not. As if he couldn’t just text her, that would make way too much sense. 

[carinaserafina]

closed starter // @echoanswered​

​ “I wanna help you out of this, dude, but she scares the filling out of my doughnut!” The poor guy accidentally stepped on a woman’s foot, and she’s been lecturing him for at least a minute or two. Carina feels bad, but she also doesn’t want to get into a fight in the middle of a coffee shop. She bites into her doughnut and continues watching for a few seconds. It’s enough to make her take pity on him. “Okay, time to relax. He’s said sorry, lady. Que te jodan!” 

[viola--lancaster]

“You know what’s wild? You look so much like this guy I know. His name is Danny. Decently handsome,” Viola started, unable to stifle her smile as she saw him standing in her driveway, “Very loud voice and laugh, always steals food off my plate and also drives a shitty ford escort.” If this had been a month ago she would have probably given him more shit, maybe even been a little angry but there was no denying how happy she was to see him. It was like the universe had conspired to bring back together all of her favorite people just when she needed them most. She was quick down the driveway and pushed at his shoulder jokingly before immediately pulling him in for the tightest hug. “You should have called more,” she mumbled, closing her eyes as he hugged her back. “But fuck am I so happy to see you.” She pulled back, her eyes teary as she rested her hands on his shoulders. “So, before you come in, you should know the place has been a bit of a mess because,” she took a breath and shook her head, “Rune was part of the last attack and they...got him good. That’s putting it lightly. He’s been resting a lot, he has some friends visiting right now but they’re all in his room so, just wanted to let you know. That’s also why he hasn’t been at work,” she told him and reached out for his hand to pull him inside. “Now, enough about me, I was fucking with you earlier, you look really good. You want something to drink?” @enshrikes​

[survibers]

Location & Date: Viola's House the morning of August 18th Tagging: @enshrikes

"I can confirm you still snore," Viola teased as Danny stirred next to her. One of her birthday requests had been him staying over and having a good ol fashioned sleepover with her best friend. She was trying to not have too many existential crises about turning 34 but she had still been sitting up this morning thinking about the past year and beyond. The past year had felt especially tough but she cuddled closer to Danny and patted his chest. "I'm making coffee and starting the day with some champagne. You in? My co workers already gave me a gift card to use on breakfast so I'm not cooking until the dinner."

[purkissmyass]

when: 13 march 1980 where: cock lane, london who: @dannygeist​

​“So, what is the first step when you do these kinds of investigations?” asked Doris as they rounded onto the street that was clearly marked Cock Lane. 

[esmeraldamacnair]

WHEN: 22 February 1980 WHERE: Macnair Mortuary WHO: @dannygeist​

Though Esmeralda had scarcely spoken to Danny since they chatted last, it didn’t mean their conversation had been on her mind any less. A month of dismissive pleasantries later as they passed one another in her domain casually as colleagues, she called to him again. “Danny.” She said his name and it was a full thought, stopping him in the doorway, this time on his way in rather than on his way out. “Have you eaten?”